Pulled into Desire

David suspected something was different about him from other people. It had been this way ever since puberty began. (The most noticeable thing was the change in the pitch of his voice.) He discovered he was able to convince girls to do things with him they normally would never do, and all he had to do was concentrate really hard and ask them. He got Sally Convers to flash him in the courtyard after school, and he was pretty sure that some of the other students had seen her do it.

Two days later, she approached him at lunch and sat down at his otherwise empty table and looked him in the eyes.

“What did you do to me on Friday after school?” she asked bluntly.

“Uh, nothing?” he said doubtfully. “What are you talking about?”

“You did something.” she said, without much confidence or conviction. “I’ve never done anything like that before, but I showed you my bra after you told me to lift up my shirt!”

“I’ve never even spoken to you before.” he protested.

“I didn’t say you spoke.” she countered. “I’ve asked around, and none of my friends who were there that day heard you, so you put your words directly into my mind. I for sure heard you ORDER me to flash you!”

“That’s impossible.” he told her. “I mean, just listen to what you’re saying!”

“I know.” she agreed. “Totally impossible, but it felt really good obeying you; I want you to do it again! Tell me to do something else.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” he said aloud, then concentrated again and mentally told her to go to the bathroom. He pictured the ladies room on the second floor; one the was hardly ever used, especially at lunchtime, since there were no classes up there in the afternoons.

“Oh, goodness!” she said under her breath. “Yes, like that!” She got up suddenly and left the table, looking back over her shoulder for a moment as she left the cafeteria.

David took a last bite of his lunch, then followed her out and began climbing the staircase to the second floor. There was an elevator, but he didn’t want anyone to catch him using it. The stairs were much safer, and he saw her there just a moment later, sitting on the landing between flights, and holding her head, as if stifling back tears.

“Oh, hello, Sally.” he said in a friendly tone. “Fancy meeting you here!”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked him, choking back a sob. “Just so you know, I’ve never even kissed a boy before!”

“Do you want to?” he asked her, kindly. She looked at him and shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head no again.

“I don’t know.” she said, her voice holding back tears. “Truthfully,I’ve never given it much thought, but now that YOU’RE here, like this, I can’t get my mind off it!”

“You sound confused.” he told her. She nodded, looking at him and the tears got away from her for a moment. “Oh, hey, Sally, don’t cry!” he said, wiping a tear off her cheek gently. “I promise not to hurt you!”

“I don’t know what you want from me!” she whispered, now sobbing. “I know I asked you to talk to my mind and make me do stuff, even if I don’t know how you’re doing it, but I don’t know how far you’re going to push it!”

“Would it help if you knew?” he asked her. She sniffled the last of her sobs and looked at him earnestly, nodding. “Follow me upstairs into the ladies room.” he thought at her, concentrating in that special way again.

She shuddered and smiled, then followed him up the stairs and into the bathroom. She noticed that he turned the bolt to lock it behind them too, but didn’t mention it. She didn’t want anyone to catch then in whatever act he had planned for her either. She was embarrassed enough that several girls had caught her flashing him last week.

“I’m not going to “make” you do anything.” he said to her. “I’m also not going to not stop you from doing anything, either, though.”

She looked at him in horror at his words, as a mental image of her on her knees, topless, and she was opening his pants with both hands suddenly filled her mind.

“I can’t do that!” she gasped, untucking her T-shirt from her jeans. “I’m not wearing a bra today!”

“I know.” he smiled at her, in a friendly manner. “You’re never going to wear one, ever again.”

The look of horror increased a magnitude as she also realized that she was not wearing panties, either. “Are you going to take my virginity?” she asked, beginning to sob again.

“All three of them.” he said, confirming her greatest fear.

“Oh no!” she whispered. “You can’t! I’m saving myself for my husband!”

He smiled at her as she lifted the shirt up and stripped it off and dropped it onto the floor beside her, letting him look before sinking to her knees in front of him.

“I don’t want to do this!” she said, sobbing as she began unbuckling his belt. “Please, I don’t want this! Please make me stop!”

She had his pants all the way open now, and was helping him step out of them, still crying miserably as she looked at the bulge in the front of his boxers. “Please, no, I don’t want this!”

“Sally, I’m not “making” you do anything.” he told her. She pulled down the front of his underwear and his massively thick, 9 inch cock flopped out and came to rest on her forehead.